It remains alone
In my attic
Unknown
But it's there.
A single flower
Pressed and dry
Is waiting in my attic.
It's a simple white flower
With a dark green stem
Not over-petaled like a carnation
Not as simple as a daisy
Somewhere in the middle
I don't know who preserved it
To keep it forever
But I like to think it was someone
I used to know
But don't anymore
I keep the flower
Crumbly as it is
Because it reminds me of that person I've forgotten
And makes me long for the days I knew that person
The one who gave me this
And I like to think that it
Will remain a long time
After I'm gone
But I know that cannot be
It will fade to dust with me.
But as long as both I and it are here
It remains a bit of frozen time,
A letter sent from days long past
When I once knew someone
But don't anymore.
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Attic flower
PoetryA flower found in the attic is a treasure bringing back good memories of great times. This anthology is a collection of all kinds of poetry, like the contents of a good old attic.